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Political Theatre
02:08
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Six seals in red, every single one is broken
I think I said this performance was a token
Forming failures, you wish that it just made some sense
There were saviors, we left them for the elements
They already know
They’ve already shown
Take off the leash, just use an electronic fence
(choosing between where we live)
Program our tents, go camping on the internet
(if we have history to choose)
Go find your niche, it smells like pot and cigarettes
I’ll play the no, but download every single blow
(time shows us that it’s good)
(it’s the reason we waste our time)
They already know
They’ve already shown
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Story
03:42
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I want to tell another story
I want to tell another’s story now instead of my own
What is this other story?
How does it go and will I see my reflection in God’s mold?
The weather’s warm this morning
But whether this means anything you know that I’ll never know
This story’s getting boring
How many stories do I have to climb to save my own soul?
I sold the time to Luciano
I got in line and then the war was done so I didn’t go
But now I’m stuck without a story
I wrote these words to become you
They wrote themselves but no one thinks that that is any less true
Then when the sky had changes its hue
Waited in line because I don’t want to be God no just you
We’ve got our phones we’ve got our friends
Over four-hundred of them seem to exist just in my head
Like Luciano and like you
I tell this story just to make myself feel out of the blue
Erasing many of our words
The time was sold which means my own soul won’t climb and won’t be heard
But I’m still stuck without a story
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When?
01:29
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A raindrop fills the day
A needle lost in the hay
A soggy search for nothing
When will the statues crawl?
When will the stars start to
Fall all around us, when?
When will the statues crawl?
(a metaphor for something)
When will the stars start to
(but does that make this thing)
Fall all around us, when?
(more than a song to sing?)
This song might have to end
(more than a song to bring)
When will the statues crawl
(up while lost on the way)
When will the stars start to
(I don’t think that this day)
Fall all around us, when?
(will mean anything)
This song might have to sing
(making a raindrop sing)
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Do You Think?
04:08
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We went where we knew
There was much to lose
Much to do before
Freedom hits the floor
Fluoride in your drink
Now what do you think?
Do you think?
Do you think?
My favorite camera broke
I dropped it right in the sink
Lamenting many
Options from TV
X-rays make you think
That you’re really Barton Fink
This won’t bother me
There’s still nothing left to see
You captured the link
Now what do you think?
Do you think?
Do you think?
My favorite camera broke
I dropped it right in the sink
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Bit By Bit
01:58
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Bit by bit
We’re building a building
No one’s here
Start at the beginning
No one cares
Come back when it’s ending
The results are in
Let’s get back to drawing
On the board
Who does sit?
Who does watch?
Who builds it?
Bit by bit
cumalitive
all of it
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8. |
Here We Go Again
02:38
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Here we go again
Here we go again
The sheets are just too thin
My ego pierced by a pin
I let the people go
I let all the people know
Maraca yellow
Shaken by a crow
Black feather reaps the money it sows
Here we go again
Here we go again
The task of breathing in
Is forgetting where we begin
We have all our grails in tow
They know we’ll let them all
Go, let them go
Here we go again
Here we go again
They’re selling us Motrin
To get us to see the way that we’ve been
Doing too much blow
God’s politics in a row
An old paintbrush yellow
Matisse, Picasso
Black tether swings, the pendulum goes
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Rosenkreutz
01:17
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Divine State
06:15
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Pilotless crusade
The right maps have been made
From a God’s eye view
Carbon fiber birds flew
Surveilling the towns
Capturing sights and sounds
Sixty-four windows
Show where everyone goes
This or that, this or that
Pilgrim hat, testing rats
We arrive at the place
Where the symbol’s a face
This or that, this or that
Is it Keter or Da’at?
We arrive at the place
Where the symbol’s a face
ARGUS marks the land
A disembodied hand
Sorting the file
Into heaven or hell
No one can ever seem to tell
No one can ever seem to defile
The form that could put you on trial
All we can do is seem to be
No one can be more than the screen
No one can write their own death scene
No one can ever leave
The fiber optic cable leash
The six seals in red
They were always broken
The state is a myth
That we all believe in
This or that, this or that
Pilgrim hat, testing rats
We arrive at the place
Where the symbol’s a face
This or that, this or that
Is it Keter or Da’at?
We arrive at the place
Where the symbol’s a face
This or that, this or that
The Other and the facts
They collide, they entrance
They have lied, they advance
With divine right to kill
Science does foot the bill
We arrive at the place
Where the symbol’s a face
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